wish I wrote the way I thougt

I wish I wrote the way I thought, where ideas flow like rivers, unrestrained and wild, words dancing on my tongue, colored in shades of clarity, a tapestry of dreams and whispers, unfolding before me. Instead, they stumble, like hesitant guests at a door, lost in the labyrinth of syntax, groping for light, when all I want is to speak in the easy breath of the heart, to weave my thoughts into the sky.